"They gave me your file, so I have it right here with me, but I'd rather have you introduce yourself. Feel free to begin whenever you're comfortable."
The young interviewee nervously fidgets in his seat, clearing his throat and reaching up to adjust the brim of his rounded glasses - all the habits he detests only ever become apparent when he’s on an edge, and it’s only far too clear with the way his lisp comes out stronger than usual, worsened by the fact that he hadn’t enough time to yank his retainers out before he’d been called in. He takes a deep breath, mentally reminding himself to try and remain as coherent as possible. “My name is James Kwon. People usually know me by Jaime, though. I’m twenty years old and I’m currently enrolled in Dongguk University with a major in computer science and a minor in business. I’m hoping to find my place in video game design once I’m done with my studies.”
"It says here on your file that you're bilingual - fluent in both English and Korean?"
"I was born in the United States," he answers, giving a faint nod of his head - his eyes flicker towards the interviewer’s mustache, a bit intimidated by the rather pointy tips, "Diamond Bar. It’s a city in California - Los Angeles County."
"Well, that's definitely always a good skill to have on your resume... whereabouts exactly are you situated now?"
"I live in a studio apartment in Hongdae, roughly about half an hour away from here."
"I see... well, I think I'd like to go over your file myself, so if you'd give me a moment..."
He nods all too animatedly, eyes wide and hands tightly clasped together as he wrings them nervously - he knows he ought to stop, but he can’t help himself from doing it, unable to decide as to whether he ought to be deciphering the look on the interviewer’s face as he looks through his file, or pondering over the miraculously pointy ends of the other man’s mustache. He really only has a few moments to think about it before he’s being addressed once again.
"Why exactly did you choose Nintendo, James, out of all the options you had available to you?"
The question causes him to pause for a moment, a fond smile slowly beginning to curl upon his lips as he recalls memories of his childhood. “I…” he lets out a faint sigh, the tense and rigid posture in which he’d been sitting in for the past hour or so visibly loosening up, his shoulders slumping and hands unclasping from their previously vice-like grip, “I’ve always wanted to work at Nintendo, actually. It was my dream. Growing up, my video games were my most prized possessions: I could go on hours with it all by myself and never have a moment where I wasn’t entertained, happy, or just ridiculously determined and pumped up just to beat that one gym leader. So I thought to myself - I want to be a part of this. I wanted to be a part of the company that helped shape my childhood. That’s why, when I saw that I could finally apply, even if it was for a position like this, I-…”
"So... you want to be an intern?"
Jaime watches as the interviewer’s mustache curls up with his lips as he flashes him a small smile of what feels a lot like approval.
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